I lift up my face, and unfold my hands, Shrugging my shoulders at all lifes demands, My minds going blank feeling complacent, Thinking of all my dreams in the basement, The attic is cluttered with, memories and old clothes, Fragments and evidence of choices I chose, My existence on earth is just but a whisper, Always stood up for my brother and sister, But whats here for me, am I doomed to pretend, That my life mattered, and I was a good freind, Am I not worth having around as a helpmate, Or will I die alone, all these thoughts they just frustrate, Why is it I run quickly out of money, Bills and new wheels, trying catch eye of a Honey, All seems redundant this repetitive behavior, All we hope for is a little favor, Yet our time is short, it comes and it goes, Sometimes its hard to know, whose my friends and my Foes!!!!
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 05:18:53 +0000
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